"Santiago," I yell from the kitchen, "please go and wash your hands for lunch.""But Maw-awm!" he stomps. "I just washed them when we got home."
"Yes, Bubba, but then you went into the garage and snuggled with the dogs, and they smell like the gunk between your toes and the lint in your belly button threw up on each other."
"WHAT?!?!" he bursts into a fit of laughter. And then smelling his hands, he says, "All I smell is love."
[oh, please! lazy dirty boy!!]
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